Life is just a short walk from the cradle to the grave - and it sure behooves us to be kind to one another along the way.
Like snowflakes, the human pattern is never cast twice. We are uncommonly and marvelously intricate in thought and action, our problems are most complex and, too often, silently borne.
I believe racism has killed more people than speed, heroin, or cancer, and will continue to kill until it is no more.
writing is a labor of love and also an act of defiance, a way to light a candle in a gale wind.
Some truth has no nourishment in it.
We think of poverty as a condition simply meaning a lack of funds, no money, but when one sees fifth, sixth, and seventh generation poor, it is clear that poverty is as complicated as high finance.
I think women need kindness more than love. When one human being is kind to another, it's a very deep matter.
Some feminists feel that a woman should never be wrong. We have a right to be wrong.
Who wants to live with one foot in hell just for the sake of nostalgia Our time is forever now.
The Black writer explains pain to those who inflict it.
Everybody's got some sin, but if it troubles your heart you're a gentle sinner, just a good soul gone wrong.
The twisted circumstances under which we live is grist for the writing mill, the loving, hating and discovering, finding new handles for old pitchers . . .
your soul is an inner something that is another you and hardly anybody knows what it's really thinkin' except you.
Thoughts can hurt like real pain.
Zis and zat' when uttered by the French is considered charming, but 'dis and dat' as an Africanism is ridiculed as gross and ugly.
Writers are encouraged to "keep 'em laughing" and complain "with good humor" in order to "win" allies. The joke is always on ourselves.
It becomes almost second nature to be on guard against the creative pattern of our own thought.
Truth is simply whatever you can bring yourself to believe.
Like snowflakes, the human pattern is never cast twice.
That's how women are, always studyin' each other and wonderin' how they look up 'gainst the next.
And realizing there is no such thing as the Black experience. Time and events allow for change on both sides.
I was so mad you could have boiled a pot of water on my head.
It's a poor kind of man that won't fight for his own freedom.
A gift - be it a present, a kind word or a job done with care and love - explains itself!... and if receivin' it embarrasses you, it's because your 'thanks box' is warped.
I am lonesome so regular it's like a job I gotta report to every day.
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